Timeless

Chapter 2

5 May 2015

I realised much later on that I had become a Mystic. After years of searching, I found another Mystic, much like me. The only two differences were that he had been born a mystic, and that he aged. I wasn't born or raised as a Mystic and I hadn't aged in almost 200 years. He questioned me vigorously, wondering how I had become this way. I of course had no idea, so I had no clue what to tell him. Together along with all in his family who were Mystics searched long and hard to find a reason. While staying with them I learned a lot about what I had become. Mystics and humans are very alike. We not only look similar, but we also have the same eating habits, allowing us to appear normal. We have enhanced physical and mental strength. We are able to see auras and read peoples energy. We can tell if someone is lying or telling the truth. Another major difference is that we do not require oxygen to live. We could live underwater if we wanted. There is one thing that I like though. Having photographic memory. It's an added bonus. I remember the day I was born, and the first time I spoke to my future husband (I was 3 years old), my first day of school and my first kiss. All of the memories stored neatly and in order of time in my brain. Now, I know what you're thinking, "How did you organise the memories in to files?" It was quite easy really, even though I learned it only 53 years ago. Do you want to know what my favourite memory is? It was in 1870, 4 years after fleeing from the town I mentioned earlier. I met this really funny guy, his name was Logan. He was 18 at the time and had the most amazing green eyes. He was taller than me. We had spent weeks together, walking and skating, talking and laughing at the dumbest of things. But of course, I couldn't get attached because I had already stayed more than six years in that town. I really wish that he could have had a sip of that liquid I drank. The vile orange drink. I wish he could have stayed with me. Many years later, I went back to find out that he had passed away at the age of 26 in 1878 from a terrible disease known as the Yellow Fever. To this day, I still have not gone back to that city, Memphis, Tennessee.